Growing up

It’s a funny thing, getting older, because you never really notice it while it’s happening.

But then there’ll be that one moment, or that one remark someone makes, or that one thought you have, that suddenly makes you realize that growing up has happened to you. And no matter how much time has passed, you’re not a different person, exactly, but you have another layer, another ring, another facet that wasn’t there before.

Or sometimes, you realize you’re not as old or not as young as you wish you could be. Or sometimes, you’re aware of how much and, simultaneously, how little of life you’ve experienced. Or sometimes, you look back and realize you were never as grown up as you’d thought.